The fluorescent light in the classroom flickered dimly as Aizawa reluctantly opened the door, letting the heavy silence greet him. The room was empty, but soon the chaotic noise of his students would arrive, which he hoped to control without too much trouble.

“Another round of idiocy ahead” he muttered, rubbing his eyes with his hand, hiding the accumulated tiredness under that permanently narrowed gaze.

He placed his scarf around his neck with slow movements, while he mentally reviewed the plan for today's class. It wasn't just about teaching, but about keeping that impossible group, with their eccentricities and uncontrolled powers, under control.

Aizawa walked to the desk, dropping a book with a thud. The smell of cold coffee and old papers permeated the air. He knew he couldn't let his guard down for a moment; every day was a battle against the lack of discipline and recklessness of his students.